My corral of words-like steads
open in morning
where wind blows
and sun shines.

In day, where filly's are jumping
inside mind and onto page.

And me the writer,
will mount the stallions
from morning till night.

Scribing, as a poem
becomes their hoof prints
left to remember.

Dear Mars inhabitants,

How is the weather?
Drop by anytime but
be sure to bring
your inventions
so humanity can prosper.

I look forward to our rendezvous
at a quarter past whenever.
Don't be late.

.."Brick walls in our lives,
are meant to climb."

They are meant to direct your determination
to higher ground for the grand possibilities
waiting for you.

To give you direction
so you may conquer your desirers.

Do you want to climb that wall?
Are you willing to do what it takes to fill your dreams?
Do you want to find rays of suns aspirations flow?

Climb, Climb, Climb.
You are meant to succeed.


Affirmation
Today I will be who I am and climb that wall of dreams
to have all I want.


StarBG © 2017

Your words dance in my mind
anointing, inspiring
weather happy or sad,
long or short.
My eyes dance in your word shadows.
They give pen wings to drift
merging with my own thoughts
to script on page. 

A grand dance we poets orchestrate.


StarBG © 2017

Jumble tumble
phase of words.
It comes out,
to sound absurd.

Flutter, Clutter
they do fall.
Inside thoughts
as I do stall.

Staller, Hauller
I must write.
Inside trust
I’ll be just right.

Plunker, Blonker
I will play.
Inside silly
in this day.

Wrinka, Wrooa
poem I do
Inside smile
I send to you.

The wolf it calls
in dark of night
when moon is full.
He whistles with wind
howling to sew night air
with blanket of stars

The wolf makes it’s presence known
though silhouette of trees hid its form.

The wolf it celebrates
nights silver moon
reminding all
it is a gift to mankind
and
one of Mother Gia’s Masters.

Birds sit on yonder branch
with clarion song.
They call to awaken
those lying in nights slumber.
They shout to bring feet to rise
and dance in day.

Birds they be gift to ears
that breathe in fledgling sound.
The gift that echoes causing self to sing too,  
and vibrate inside the celebration of life.

Though black and white type
colors of words emerge
infused within vivid fields a plenty.
Where eyes can roll around
making face smile and mind wonder.
Where trees blossom even in winter
and verse merges with birds who sing.

Through black and white type
doorways to freedom open
as eyes read as if with dancing feet.
Where time can dissipate
and self can rest.
Where inside ones own home
they can travel
to highways of creative jargon.

Through black and white text
a poem is born.
Crying out to reader who will gather.
Born to lighten eyes and carry heart
to a new prospective inside time.

I am a wonderful creation
orchestrated from a grand idea.
A vibration if brilliance, wrapped in human form

I am a precious being
filled with spark of Divine
Awakening everyday in breath
wrapped in pulsations to aid.

A gift who stands readied to advance
inside the compounds of human form.

In the jeweled dew of
daybreak I sit,
upon land
raising hand in prayer.

Birds plant seeds
of song in ears.
They are the songs
of gratitude
for the treasures of life
before me.

My treasure chest opens
with golden nuggets
of memories.
The good and bad
that serve my soul.

My riches supply
insights and visions,
to launch my vessel
of human form
with grace and style.

And so I glide
in a day of
endless possibilities
and miracles
that push my sails
to harbors where
perhaps our eyes will meet.

I would like to fly away.
Be carried by the wind
behind etheric wings
To drift
upon a cloud
basking in the sunlight.
To sing
like birds
anointing all below
with my love.

Y
    E
        S

I would like to fly away,
and
          visit
                    you
                        In
                                 My
                                                    Dreams.

my passions
into a stone-like sheet of velum
I do everyday,
gracefully hammering words from heart.

Each word,
a discriptive part
as I'm a living, breathing tool in itself.

Each phase,
an art of craftsmanship
scribed wih purpose.

Firery torch of creation burns
dancing in flames igniting
stanza after stanza.

Chisel like pen
releases unwanted jargon
only leaving precious textured words.

Until,
my museum of prose is open.
Open,
for readers eyes to view
and dance inside
a writers masterpiece.

Inside a promise,
I wrap my heart.
It echoes across distance
to match birds that sing.
It pulsates divinely,
to celebrate oneness.

Inside a promise,
I wrap my heart.
It's beat reverberates
making stars glisten.
It's gentle rhythms
call angels to hold dreams.

Inside a promise,
I wrap my heart.
It's covering radiates with splendor.
It's essence shines whispering with light.  
It is the promise of eternal love.

In the temple of my heart,
God sings.
Anointing and expanding
my human footsteps.

I dance hearing grand melodies.
I celebrate inside divine connection.

In the temple of my heart,
God echoes.
Gifting me in moment
to shine like sun.

I walk and angels follow.
I bow as gratitude is whispered.

In the temple of my soul
God has a home.
And I feel peace on Earth.

I am on a writers train
destined to move
through landscapes inspiring the written word.

Trees and hilltops
carry visions strong,
food to digest in a poets mind.

Train ignites imagination
with BIG windows
SCENES both cloudy and sunny.
SUNROOF for amazing sights
and moments to savor with others.

I’m on a writers train to journal
with pen in hand
through many a mile
sipping CHAMPAIGN of words.

Care to be my traveling partner
Care to
chat with a fellow scribe
inside a vortex of creativity.

Whistle blows.
Let the ingenuity
writing begin.

In leather notebook I write,
scribing music from head.
Words spiral onto page
Moments dissipate.

Will the music echo from other voices?
Or will phases collect cobwebs
inside page?
Will inked words bleed merging in heart
  grand?
Or shall they resinate with instruments
not of my human form?

Time will tell,
as I turn another page
and write to the beat of my heart.

Are you a cheater
Have you cheated yourself
of really being here in a sacred vessel?
Only you can answer
And only you can choose...

to live life to the fullest
to open up to life
and the gift it is.
Here to let the ego mind go
and move into the heart.
Where love forgiveness peace comes.
Here to look in mirror and view ourselves completely
before life becomes ash upon a mountain side.

Rowing in my dreams
through wavelets
caught by wind
time stops.

Inner guidance
and compass of heart
becomes steering mechanism,
as visions surface capturing
a landscape of magician beauty.

Strands of dream segments
multiply as if a
beaded pearls to be collected.
  as I move gracefully
through tunnel of dreams.

And as I place necklace on
I promise myself I will recall
Each beads significance.

Sun touches window
Necklace gone
Suddenly I awake
trying to remember my dreams
to no avail.

Newscaster spew out jargon,
well orchestrated.
Evening stars appear covered with hazy veil
from chem trails unseen cover.

Truth plastered
in newspaper and TV
for the sleeping is played regularly.
It is not called an idiot box for nothing.

Lies are fabricated,
wrapped in a fancy box labeled truth
for those handcuffed by
controlling monsters of greed.

They’re like vampires,
who prey on the innocent un-awaked ones.
Ones who buy into what is fed them like hungry cattle.

When will enough wake up to see, I wonder?
See that the many are kept in corrals of fear,
lack, and prejudice.
In states of numbness by our air and contaminated food.

Humans bleed everyday
with the paradoxes of lies that filter
every aspect of daily life, until cleansing is done.

Thankfully, more and more are being rounded up
to pay for the atrocities to Humanity.

More and more behind scenes
are standing at service to help
the sleeping transition
with minimum casualties.

Time to get out of the matrex
and question to realign with
the real truth.

Will you keep going with old programs,
or connect to truth and walk on new fields for freedom?

Which version of truth will you vibrate with in waking days?
Do you believe what your told?
OR what is the truth
of YOU being amazingly powerful, gifted,
and a manifesting human with Gods spark within?
(a Jesus in disguise)

Time to decide.

It is with one match
the darkness of room is lit.
One intention to recall who one is
to expand consciousness for peace.
One song of breath to sing out
and pass an awakening spark,
with compassionate smile.
One moment to change the world.

Be the match you are
to burn inside your great light.
It is why you are here.
It’s with the power of your own light
that God’s spark lives.
It is the light that cannot be extinguished.
The catalyst that makes one see
as they integrate the dark
into rainbows.

One bright candle of self held in a darken room
vibrates to gobble up the dark.
To awaken the sleeping.
To carry the soul to feel empowered by
rays of God within.
By your essence of love present.

One bright candle of self
in a moment of day or night
vibrates to a song of ones divinity
meant to be seen.
To move inside life’s dance.
To ****** go to touch many
feeling everyday the celebration
of a candle of love we are.

Let the light sail into you.
let your own candle burn bright.

Snowfalls build
with accumulation.
A gift as wind howls.
A time to slow down
in the simplistic shades of white.

A time to reflect,
in mirror images in ice.

A time to expand
to become a kid again
and play in a winter wonderland.

I shall take a slice of life
with camera in my hand.
Feel the power of the light,
as I move on the land.

Grab it right from inside air,
and place it in my box.
For a later time I’ll look.
The process, nothing tops    

A picture has 1000 words
embedded in its shot.  
Sometimes even songs are there
that touches a hearts spot.

A slice of life to be savored.
Maybe its of one loved.
Or a scene from nature grand
maybe a shot of dove.

One can take many great shots.
Camera gets pictures fine.    
All you do is move finger,
and then it will stop time.

Maybe you will take close ups,
that makes you see real near.
It will help you to forget
and throw away your care.

Time is grabbed inside the lens.
It acts like magic tool
Take it every place you go,
and you will feel so cool.

One more thing yes I will say.
You must listen you hear  
Cameras are a special thing
to recall life so dear.

Humanity has been hijacked.
Taken prisoner
by controlling powers.

Humanity has been railroaded
as people
are trapped in routines of life
unaware that tentacles of control have infiltrated
every aspect of life.

But there is hope...
AS PEOPLE awaken
to know their foods are poisoned and eat better.

AS PEOPLE stop being brainwashed by watching
news and go to alternative news stations for truth.

AS PEOPLE stop taking the vaccines that have chemicals in them  that get us sick to stay healthy.

AS PEOPLE begin to let go of set religions and their rules from altered bibles to align with God what ever they feel it is.

AS PEOPLE stop destroying the planet and take responsibility to our precious Mother Earth,
Father sky, and Animals.

AS PEOPLE stop accepting war
as an alternative for anything
and align with love our true nature.

Humanity is awakening
as more people learn truth
and are aided by our galactic visitors.

Hope is now sewn into the fibers of our timeline.
To be cultivated with the blessings of God.

StarBG © 2017

I be a link
forged by authentic self.  
The higher part that drifts
in highways of stars.

I be a nexus threaded
with spirals of love
energies and poetic song.

My inner glow pulsates
as moments become hours
and days years.

I am coupled
with compassion
and forgiveness...
the fuel that launches
my vessel inside dance.

My sacred journey
brings me to your eyes,
and perhaps face as dreams align.

I be grateful
for the pond that mirrors
myself reaching out
to touch the world.

Care to link up and expand
with humanities necklace
of light?

Theirs always room for
another tie into the love chain.

She's butterfly beauty,
slender and sleek.
With red and black markings.
oh so sweet.
And gracefully moves
in divine motion.
Playing to heart
to make commotion.

She carries blessings
on wings of gold.
And goes to heights yes untold.
Expands under
the sunlight bright.
Painting a landscape
out of sight.

She's special gift
filling senses grand
and sometimes she
does move on land.
A precious one
who lights up eyes.
I must insist,
she is a prize.

My prayers go now
to merge on wings.
I am grateful
my heart does sing.
Yes whispering I do
toward her great site.
She makes my day
a real delight.

And when I see her
Mother Nature's near
Hugging  eyes
that wash all care.

I think all now
should look up far.
A butterfly's like
shooting star.
Do make a wish
to aid your walk.
This is the truth
not pointless talk.

I now end ditty
and eyes look up
A buttery smiles toward me
for luck.

I stand at the altar of my life.
My podium that which is see...
our Divine Mother Earth.
sacred sky and sea.
I stand at the altar of my breath,
connecting to all the endless possibilities inside day.

I dance at the alter of my dreams.
My podium the self.
The one who's filed with love.

With colored pencils
becoming like extended digits,
I jumpstart day to coloring in journal.
Rainbow colors
match suns rays
birthing self to smile.
Colors run off
all over my shoes
thusly... my steps
becomes shaded
with dance inside moment
to celebrate life.

The word parade took their places quickly rearranging in the proper order for onlookers to see.
They moved gracefully
from currents of a poets mind.
Each letter dressed for the finest scene.
Hence, a poem is orchestrated to march before readers eyes, as baton-like pen leads and the music plays on.

I am scared that when I'm
Mothers age of 91
my memory
too will leave.
And than my life will be
of one who wanders
in a memory wing
waiting for a meal
and visitor I barely know.

I undress my thoughts
onto page.
Scribing to make self naked
to other eyes.

Body of prose glistens
to match moon light
as verses build.

Cloths fall away
replaced with
cool breeze that fuels words.

I undress my thoughts
layer after layer
aligning with poetic gifts to sing.

I disrobe myself
making way for thoughts
to gel and freedom to be mine.

Lets consciously overpower the old regime.
The ones who took our freedom away
with invisible warfare.

Chemtrails infused with toxins.
Vaccinations filled with metals.
orchestrated news.
with fires and violence being false flags.

Lets consciously take over those in power
who under disguise of good
control and brainwash,
kidnap our minds
use black magic and ritual
and encourage separation.

Lets us use the power of THOUGHT and ACTION
to change things and bring earth back
to its magnificence
and bring peace into the world.

Lets awaken to know we must
win the invisible war against the controlling families
and lies
to align with truth
for freedom now.

Lets welcome our alien neighbors
HERE and in our space to aid
with their wisdom.

IT IS TIME. IT IS TIME.

Today, I summon life force energies,
to do my biding.
To vibrate within it’s light.
To expand chambers of heart
as breath tickles consciousness.

Today, I summon life force energies,
to manifest divinely.
To dance as if in flight.
To celebrate moment.
that is ever evolving inside life

Life, where gifts align for peace,
abundance, joy and harmony.

Care to do the same?
The stage is set
all one needs is focus.
to ride waves of life force

If I was a crystal vase,
my poems would be flowers.

If I was a ceramic glass,
poetry would be like liquid
overflowing.

If I was a spirit incarnated,
poetry would overflow
to be gifted to the world.

Love cannot be caged,
as it drifts inside a conscious mind.
As it echoes from mind to heart,
from heart to voice.

Love cannot be tired down,
as it moves inside a deep breath.
As it pushes clouds away
to reveal a bright sun.

Love will never be stopped,
as it travels through the universe
As it moves from the Divine's voice
to be implanted inside all.

kiss me with speed of light
and wrap your aura round my vessel.
Kiss me so all senses of time disintegrates
and rivers of ecstatic waves flow.
Kiss
me
long
so melodies travel in mind.
gracefully as our heartbeats play
to float us in waves of passions.

Rhyme in time.
Time in rhyme.
Tick-tock tick-tock
The grandfather clock
carries the sign.
Tick-tock tick-tock
The rhyme is buried in time
Yes time is a rhyme,
to feel subline in time.
TicTacToe talk
rhyme says your divine.
Tick-tock tick-tock
Inside times rhyme
Time is so fine,
so fine.

Under a cloudy marshmallow sky, I watched
as wind sculptured landscaped.
I saw beautiful unicorns drifting in fields white.
I saw heart-like balloons drift holding my dreams.
I saw little faces winking inside rays of sun.
It made me sing to feel the gift of moment.
The moving masterpiece before me

Dusk has brought an end to the snowfall
that consistently fell.
And all one can hear are
the snow blowers at work
moving in-between the rustling wind.

Clearing for the new day
Life is now reset
to resume regular schedule
as children to school.

I will not cry a river for you but for self
who needs to release pains
that come in currents of undertow.
Currents that flow from this life and past.

Teardrops bond to face
like snowflakes hitting ground.
They shimmer in light on cheeks surface.
They freeze upon features, as feet walk in winter air.

But soon tears like rain stop
and whats left is a smile
as I recall my greatness.
A smile to match the upside down rainbow
in sacred sky.

I am as sacred as sky.

I whisper this poem with sigh.
moving at dusk of clouds.
Roads take me
on pathway
where heart grows heavy
and footsteps slow.

From where he hides that someone
I’ve searched for?
Is he behind stars,
near flower not yet bloomed?
On road the self less travels?
Or perhaps he’s mythical with no form
making absent to eyes.

Whispers of prayer leave lips
to land on leaf
for gentle breeze to gift an angel.
Perhaps then
dream will touch reality,
as I do rest
below a moon bells song.